Elle, You Treacherous Dog.

Flowers awaken
like fists
that open into rosy palms.

Though Dusk and Night
still
impregnate my trying smile,

I find my sunlight
whirlpooling and refracting
in 24 beaming eyes.

by Mike Sabino

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